Just Vibing

I realised I would have to give myself some leeway with the tags if I was going to keep these short. A snowball fight felt too much like a secondary location 😔

The clone’s rapid ageing had felt like less of a burden while in the grips of youth and with the certainty of a violent death before it could ever matter. It matters now. Bly has aged more than Aayla, catching up with her and then over taking her. He’s only twenty-five and looks twice that, leaving her trailing at least ten years behind him. It will only get worse. 

“Look at me,” she says, and cups his face and makes him look. She’s not escaped time either, but the lace lingerie—a rich purple pink that deepens the blue of her skin—still clings to her perfectly, hugging the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts and ass. The parts of her body that have softened fold a little over the band of her panties and bulge just a little at the top of her stockings. He craves no part of her more than any other, but those parts pull his gaze and hold it. 

“Bly,” she says again. She smiles and small wrinkles crease around her eyes. 

Pairing: Echo/Fives/Fox

Rating: M

Tags: Star Wars Galactic Empire Era, Bleak, Polyamorous Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Complicated Relationships, Hate Sex, Regret, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Developing Relationship, Disability, Canon-Typical Violence, Under-negotiated Everything, Trauma, self-destructive behaviour, Fives Lives

Summary: Echo and Fox are going to fuck. Fives sees it before either of them do. They’re two astronomical bodies in a decaying orbit around each other. Their mutual destruction is inescapable even in the moments they circle further apart.

Send me a ship and 3-5 tags from the generator!

I’m accepting prompts for TCW and RepComm ships; SFW and NSFW. I’m most likely to be tempted by the usual stuff: cloneships, Maulships, and f/f.

Thank you for tagging me @ruposa

It doesn’t take grabbing Echo to stop him, just a touch to his arm. Echo spits blood onto the floor and doesn’t go after Fox.

I'm back on my Echo/Fives/Fox bullshit and they're all being so cool and mature and talking out their problems and not trying to murder each other >.>

Pairing: Cody/Rex

Rating: E

Tags: Alternate Universe - Always a Different Gender or Sex, Strap-Ons, Blow Jobs, Established Relationship, Teasing, Light Dom/sub, Light Rank Play, Rex in the 212th Attack Battalion

The AU in question: Like Wildfire (That one is Cody/Maul and features dragonfucking)

Maul has enjoyed Kenobi’s fall from grace, even if it coincided with his own. Maul has been cast out before, he’s fought his way back to the top before, he’ll do it again. Kenobi has lived a charmed life, never once facing the sort of tragedy he willingly inflicts onto others. Only now is he finally tasting true defeat. 

It’s all Maul had ever wanted for him. Even if it means Kenobi is currently making a mess of grooming him.

“Do you think me delicate?” Maul hisses. 

Kenobi is so close to him that Maul’s eyes can’t keep him in focus, but the blur of him seems to set its shoulders, scrubbing the brush harder over Maul’s scales. It’s still not hard enough. Kenobi is in one moment too gentle, imagining he could hurt Maul with his puny human strength, and the next, careless, trying to unpick a scale that isn’t ready to be shed, ripping it from Maul’s side. 

Kenobi had been an admiral. Any time he’d spent on a dragon’s back had been under the watchful eye of someone else. He’d certainly been far too important to lower himself to clean one and his inexperience shows. Maul would never usually allow anyone this inept to groom him, but he has also found himself without allies of late.

And it’s Kenobi’s fault he can’t groom himself.

The stumps where his front legs used to be no longer hurt, though sometimes he thinks they do. He manages well without them, he killed the Mandalorian dragon without them, ripping it’s throat out with just his back legs and teeth. Kenobi sought to cripple him and failed. But it makes certain things difficult. Standing for too long puts strain on his back, taking off requires more effort without his front legs to propel his front half up. Grooming his face and front half is impossible. 

So he must allow Kenobi to do it for him. The world has a sick sense of humour, sending them to each other after the collapse of the world order. Unlikely allies hidden in desert caves until the time is right. 

It is satisfying, in a way, that Kenobi stole his birthright from him, only to end up with no one else to turn to.

Kenobi’s brush rubs away the dirt that’s built up around Maul’s face, letting the black and red scales shine without sand and dust to dull them.  He pulls it away, dripping it into the bucket to refresh the water, the moment making him, for a moment, clear and sharp before he falls out of focus again. 

 Kenobi moves up towards the ridge over Maul’s eye, resting one hand just under it. Kenobi is small, small enough that sometimes when he touches Maul’s side Maul almost doesn't feel it. The scales around his eye are sensitive, sensitive enough that he can feel not just the touch, but the shape of each finger and the warmth through the palm. 

Maul could kill him in an instant. He could twist his head and snap him in half before the human even had time to realise what was happening.

Perhaps he will. 

Maul closes his eye, and Kenobi presses the brush into the ridge, water squeezing out of the brush and running down the side of Maul’s jaw. 

So I decided what you meant by this was that I should write a fic I've had sitting in my to-write list for at least a year now. Posted to Ao3 because it got a little long for a prompt fill.

Can't Help but Smile

Pairing: Laseema/Atin

Summary: “Be quick,” Laseema says, already shifting her weight onto her hands, just enough for him to pull her panties from under her ass and down her legs. “Before someone comes looking for us.”

Rating: E